InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart To Heart ❯ Destiny ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Imprefectlin 
Sango catches Miroku in the middle of something....how much longer can she hold her feelings in while in this situation?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.19.2004 | Updated On: 12.19.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Sango catches Miroku in the middle of something....how much longer can she hold her feelings in while in this situation?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.19.2004 | Updated On: 12.19.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Chapter Three
Destiny
Sango flipped a piece of hair out of her face as she walked along the small dirt path to the village, coming back from gathering medicinal herbs in the nearby fields. The cool breeze that day was calming, and Sango found her thoughts inevitably drifting back to the day before at the hotspring with Kagome. She blushed slightly; it seemed she couldn't keep the thought out of her head no matter how hard she tried. And thinking about that experience would always make her think about the reason that it had occured in the first place. Her talking to Kagome about her feelings for Miroku. That, that would always make her blush even more. She could in no way deny that the experience with Kagome had felt amazing....but it was only as they had said amongst themselves, learning together about love among two best friends.
Miroku was different. It had taken Sango too long to admit it to herself, but she had realized some time ago that her feelings for the houshi had been apparent since soon after she had met him. It was undoubtably his lingering habit of touching her casually in inappropriate places that had strengthened Sango's will to keep the feelings to herself, but now she was finding it hard to keep it in anymore. She had come across a solid conclusion - she was in love with him, no telling herself otherwise. She knew it. She loved him in different way than she had ever loved any man, he was the kind that could make her feel at the knees when he said something sweet. And, as much as she didn't like to admit it, she had grown to rather like the groping.
Drifting back to reality, Sango shook her head sadly and gave a quiet sigh. There was still no way to say he actually felt the same way about her. Not by a long shot. Kagome had said at the hot spring that she saw the way he looked at her, that she thought he definately had some specials feelings for her, but Sango couldn't completely believe it until she saw the look in his face with her own eyes. She walked the last few steps towards the door of the small house she lived in, and was about to open the door, when she heard a curious sound from the house to the right of her own. Miroku's house? What was going on in there?
Sango suddenly found herself extremely curious.
So she walked over to the neighboring house, to the small window that she knew opened to the bedroom. She peeked in.
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Miroku slowly shook his head as he dropped down to sit on his futon. Sango's long absence since that morning had an effect of extreme boredom on him - and that boredom had led to him thinking about her even more, running the memories of their journeys together in his head and trying to piece together the facts about the sometimes rather awkward relationship he had with her. That, in turn, made him realize that he wasn't happy with his relationship with the taijiya. There was probably nothing he could do about it now, he told himself. He'd ruined any genuine chance he'd had with her with his constant wandering hands. The thought was rather heartbreaking, as he was genuinely in love with her, no matter how laughable the thought may be to anyone else who heard it.
He'd realized it a long, long time ago, that was actually in love with her and felt differently for her than he had about any other girl he'd ever met in his life. She was indeed different. Sango wasn't just one of the girls he would consider pretty, and walk up to casually and ask to bear his child. He gave a little hollow laugh. Those were all mainly just out of habit. He felt nothing whatsoever towards most of them that was remotely like what he felt for Sango. But all that wasn't going to do him any good anymore. He could almost predict what everyone else thought about him, that he was just a womanizer who didn't really know the meaning of truly falling in love. And planting that image of him in people's minds, especially Sango's, had ruined any chance he had of Sango believing that he loved her.
Reality was just cruel. He'd heard an unusual racket from Kagome's house the previous night - he'd experienced enough to infer that she and Inu Yasha had finally come to terms with each other. Well, he said to himself, they seemed to be destined from the start. They'd travelled a rocky road, but their mutual love was strong enough to surpass that and let them find each other in the end and never let go. What upset him the most about his ruined chances with Sango were that he had brought them on himself - he could have been a gentleman from the start, he could have tried to restrain his hormones, but he hadn't. He'd simply touched her one too many times for comfort and now that was all she saw him as.
"Well...." Miroku said to himself quietly. "If it's not going to happen in reality....I may as well hold onto the dreams."
Slowly his hand drifted up to the tie on his robes, and undid it, and he tossed the outer robe off of him and to the ground. He proceeded to unfasten his inner robe and bring it to his knees, leaving all of him, save for his lower legs, exposed. Slowly, Miroku lifted his right hand, now free of the kaze ana curse, and brought it down into his lap. Plastering an image of Sango's glowing, happy face in his mind, he slowly wrapped the hand around his member, lifting it up to make a long, slow stroke. The combination of his earlier thoughts of Sango, the ones now, and the feeling his hand was inflicting, made him hard within the time it took to make a few more strokes up and down.
Gasping slightly, Miroku threw his head back and clutched the blanket below him with his left hand, chest heaving with every starined breath he took. He couldn't hold back a moan he continued pumping his hand up and down, working himself as he wished with all he was that Sango might work him. He shook his head to clear it of any thoughts, and simply stroked harder, pulling him further and further along the road to oblivion. He was beginning to get dizzy and numb with pleasure, and he muttered Sango's name as he inched closer to a peak, still mindlessly stroking....almost there....a little more....
He heard the door squeak.
Countless alarms blazed violently in Miroku's head as his eyes shot open, and he struggled to reach down and gather his robes to re-clothe himself. Whoever it could have been, they had walked in on something that he would not have liked known by anything else. But his blood chilled, and his heart seemed to stop beating as he looked up and realized who it was, in complete terror. The look on the taijiya's face was one of subdued shock, mouth slightly agape and eyes rather wide. As Miroku finished pulling his robes back on, he hung his head in embarrasment, trying whatever he could to avoid Sango's eyes.
Her footsteps approaching him made his nerves buzz with anxiety and fear, closing his eyes and waiting for the reprimanding she would surely give for him having thoughts like these about her. But nothing came, no harsh words, no characteristic slap. Instead, to his surprise, he felt a delicate hand on his chin, lifting his head up to have him look her in the eyes. Her voice was quiet and laced with an undertone of disbelief. "Were you really thinking about me just now?" she asked. Miroku donned a stunned expression. "Y-yes....yes, Sango, I was...." he muttered, searching her eyes for any sign of anger. He found none. Sango continued to look at his for a few more seconds, and Miroku was sure he would burst from the anxiety, when he felt something he hadn't suspected in a million years.
A light brush of her lips against his.
It took Miroku a few moments to recover from the shock, but soon he willed himself to kiss back, a hand reaching up to brush Sango's cheek as he applied gentle pressure to her lips. When Sango pulled away, the look on her face had changed. It had shifted to one that Miroku swore was a mixture of relief and happiness, and his heart raced at the thought. Sango stepped back and her lips lifted into a smile. "Houshi-sama," she said, looking him in the eyes. "What are your true feelings for me?" Miroku was stunned for a moment before he forced his mouth open and answered her question. "Why, Sango-chan....no matter how hard it may be for you or anyone else to believe this, I am....I'm very much in love with you, I have been for a long time now."
There was hard intake of breath that caught in her throat as Sango's smile widened, and one happy tear beaded in the corner of her eye. "Houshi-sama...." she whispered. "As much as you may not believe this either....I'm in love with you as well." Miroku looked up at her in awe, and it was as if all of his prayers had been answered at that one moment. He could hardly believe it. As if to prove the validity of her words, he quickly stood up and pulled Sango to him, once again placing his mouth over hers and kissing her more vigor and passion than last time. To his delight Sango willingly gave into the kiss, melting into his arms and opening her mouth to allow him further access.
Miroku took the opportunity and slid his tongue into Sango's mouth, gently stroking her own as his hand lifted up to rest at the nape of her neck. They kissed until the need to breathe parted them, and when they did part, their expressions were ones of mutual joy. "Sango...." Miroku idly whispered. "My Sango...." He reached out to her in attempts pull her to him once more, but was surprised when she jumped back, a sly smile beginning to tug at her lips. He watched in delight and fascination as Sango carefully undid the tie of her traveling kimono, loosening it just enough to let the top part fall to her waist and leave her chest exposed.
With the smile firmly planted on her face, Sango lifted one hand from her side to cup her right breast, holding it first in her palm and then fanning out her fingers to sweep them over the curve. Her other hand lifted to do the same thing to the left breast, and she slowly rolled her thumbs over her nipples in two simultaneous strokes. She gave a few more strokes before curling her index fingers up to meet their corresponding thumbs and pinch her nipples between them, throwing her head back and giving a soft sigh as she did so. This display was nothing short of gorgeous to the man standing in front of Sango, and no matter how much he willed himself to stay back, Miroku couldn't help but run to her.
So within several more seconds Sango was back in Miroku's arms, and leaning up give him another burning kiss as she was led to sit on the futon. Miroku's hands found their way to the tie at Sango's waist, and he deftly tugged on it, loosening it all the way and letting Sango's robes fall all of the way off her. Sango fought the instinctive urge to cover herself as they parted, instead looking up at Miroku as a blush graced her cheeks, adding to her already flushed appearant. Getting closer seemed necessary to Miroku at that moment, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss in the dip of Sango's neck. She tossed her head back as he continued to make a trail of them over her collarbones and to the top of one breast, alternating between kissing, licking and nipping at her creamy skin.
His trail continued over the peak of one breast and he immediately captured the taut, dusty pink nipple between his lips, sucking on it gently and raising a hand to stroke Sango's back. Her hand in turn traveled up to the back of his head, idly undoing his small hairtie and holding him down to her chest. When he was satisfied with himself, Miroku lifted his head and turned his attention Sango's other breast, leaning in and giving it same treatment as he had given the previous. Sango's soft, strangled moan as he did this was music to his ears.
As he finished and lifted his head from her breast, Miroku rose up and gently pushed Sango down onto the futon, assuming his position and hovering over her. Sango smiled up at him and Miroku could have melted - he was confident enough to trail and hand down her stomach and catch the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down over her hips, down her legs, and off of her onto the floor. He was surprised by the feel of Sango's small hands reaching up to undo the fastenings of his robes, pulling them down his shoulders before he lifted himself up temporarily and tossed them off completely.
Miroku was content in just looking down at his Sango at that moment, and was pleasantly shocked as he felt Sango's hand move over his stomach and down to grasp his manhood - it brought about a breathless gasp from Miroku, who tensed above her and closed his eyes. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked up and down, and at that point Miroku felt that if she kept this up he would come before he even had a chance to be inside her. So gathering up his wits, Miroku reached down and removed Sango's hand from him, instead staring intently down at her to confirm her desires. "You really want this, Sango?" he whispered breathlessly. "I would like nothing more than to touch you, Sango, and you know that, but I won't force you to let me do anything you find uncomfortable."
Sango smiled up at him and nodded, eyes shining with happy tears. "Please, Miroku. I've already waited for you for way too long...." So with a last bright smile at his beloved Sango, Miroku balanced himself above her center and grasped Sango's hand as he plunged down and thrust into her. Sango's deep moan echoed through his ears as she felt the tip of him penetrate her, and she clutched tighter onto his hand, waiting for the imminent pain her first time would bring. It came fast, and Sango winced when it did, but Miroku showered her face with small kisses and waited patiently above her for the pain to subside before continuing.
When it did, Sango felt amazed by the sheer sensation of having him inside of her, and she idly bucked her hips up against Miroku's in an attempt to connect further to him. Miroku gasped at the added contact, and quickly pulled halfway out only to thrust back in, repeating this action and building up a steady pace. Sango's breathless moans filled the room as she raised her hips to meet his thrust for thrust, bringing him into her to the hilt. The sensation was overwhelming to both, and both could do nothing but push into the other in attempts to reach the edge; Miroku stroking Sango's sides and arms, Sango lifting her legs to wrap around Miroku's waist as she ran her hands over his back.
Sango was almost completely claimed by the pleasured tremors running through her body, and she clawed at Miroku's back as she was brought almost to the breaking point. Her brain registered only the feeling of Miroku connected with her as he gave a few more thrusts, finally causing Sango to snap and let everything go, her inner walls clamping down on him as she cried Miroku's name out in the pleasure from her orgasm. Her tightening around him was the last Miroku needed to follow her, he grasped Sango's sides as he squeezed his eyes closed, went rigid and released his seed into her with one last cry of her name.
Miroku then collapsed on top of Sango, hearing her heart beating frantically in her throat as she recovered, and feeling her arms around him on his back. As he caught his breath Miroku shifted to rest his head between Sango's breasts, enjoying the feel of her heaving chest rising and falling beneath him. He closed his eyes lightly and felt Sango's hands running through his sweat-soaked hair as her breathing quieted to normal, his own steadying to fall in rhythm with hers. Their thoughts as they held each other, and the feel of their bodied pressed together skin to skin - were absolutely amazing to both.
No words except a few "I love you"s needed to be exchanged as the couple drifted off to sleep, entwined together and enveloped in the love they had waited too long to find.
Funny, how learning reaps its benefits - even better how it finds ways to uncover destiny.
Destiny
Sango flipped a piece of hair out of her face as she walked along the small dirt path to the village, coming back from gathering medicinal herbs in the nearby fields. The cool breeze that day was calming, and Sango found her thoughts inevitably drifting back to the day before at the hotspring with Kagome. She blushed slightly; it seemed she couldn't keep the thought out of her head no matter how hard she tried. And thinking about that experience would always make her think about the reason that it had occured in the first place. Her talking to Kagome about her feelings for Miroku. That, that would always make her blush even more. She could in no way deny that the experience with Kagome had felt amazing....but it was only as they had said amongst themselves, learning together about love among two best friends.
Miroku was different. It had taken Sango too long to admit it to herself, but she had realized some time ago that her feelings for the houshi had been apparent since soon after she had met him. It was undoubtably his lingering habit of touching her casually in inappropriate places that had strengthened Sango's will to keep the feelings to herself, but now she was finding it hard to keep it in anymore. She had come across a solid conclusion - she was in love with him, no telling herself otherwise. She knew it. She loved him in different way than she had ever loved any man, he was the kind that could make her feel at the knees when he said something sweet. And, as much as she didn't like to admit it, she had grown to rather like the groping.
Drifting back to reality, Sango shook her head sadly and gave a quiet sigh. There was still no way to say he actually felt the same way about her. Not by a long shot. Kagome had said at the hot spring that she saw the way he looked at her, that she thought he definately had some specials feelings for her, but Sango couldn't completely believe it until she saw the look in his face with her own eyes. She walked the last few steps towards the door of the small house she lived in, and was about to open the door, when she heard a curious sound from the house to the right of her own. Miroku's house? What was going on in there?
Sango suddenly found herself extremely curious.
So she walked over to the neighboring house, to the small window that she knew opened to the bedroom. She peeked in.
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Miroku slowly shook his head as he dropped down to sit on his futon. Sango's long absence since that morning had an effect of extreme boredom on him - and that boredom had led to him thinking about her even more, running the memories of their journeys together in his head and trying to piece together the facts about the sometimes rather awkward relationship he had with her. That, in turn, made him realize that he wasn't happy with his relationship with the taijiya. There was probably nothing he could do about it now, he told himself. He'd ruined any genuine chance he'd had with her with his constant wandering hands. The thought was rather heartbreaking, as he was genuinely in love with her, no matter how laughable the thought may be to anyone else who heard it.
He'd realized it a long, long time ago, that was actually in love with her and felt differently for her than he had about any other girl he'd ever met in his life. She was indeed different. Sango wasn't just one of the girls he would consider pretty, and walk up to casually and ask to bear his child. He gave a little hollow laugh. Those were all mainly just out of habit. He felt nothing whatsoever towards most of them that was remotely like what he felt for Sango. But all that wasn't going to do him any good anymore. He could almost predict what everyone else thought about him, that he was just a womanizer who didn't really know the meaning of truly falling in love. And planting that image of him in people's minds, especially Sango's, had ruined any chance he had of Sango believing that he loved her.
Reality was just cruel. He'd heard an unusual racket from Kagome's house the previous night - he'd experienced enough to infer that she and Inu Yasha had finally come to terms with each other. Well, he said to himself, they seemed to be destined from the start. They'd travelled a rocky road, but their mutual love was strong enough to surpass that and let them find each other in the end and never let go. What upset him the most about his ruined chances with Sango were that he had brought them on himself - he could have been a gentleman from the start, he could have tried to restrain his hormones, but he hadn't. He'd simply touched her one too many times for comfort and now that was all she saw him as.
"Well...." Miroku said to himself quietly. "If it's not going to happen in reality....I may as well hold onto the dreams."
Slowly his hand drifted up to the tie on his robes, and undid it, and he tossed the outer robe off of him and to the ground. He proceeded to unfasten his inner robe and bring it to his knees, leaving all of him, save for his lower legs, exposed. Slowly, Miroku lifted his right hand, now free of the kaze ana curse, and brought it down into his lap. Plastering an image of Sango's glowing, happy face in his mind, he slowly wrapped the hand around his member, lifting it up to make a long, slow stroke. The combination of his earlier thoughts of Sango, the ones now, and the feeling his hand was inflicting, made him hard within the time it took to make a few more strokes up and down.
Gasping slightly, Miroku threw his head back and clutched the blanket below him with his left hand, chest heaving with every starined breath he took. He couldn't hold back a moan he continued pumping his hand up and down, working himself as he wished with all he was that Sango might work him. He shook his head to clear it of any thoughts, and simply stroked harder, pulling him further and further along the road to oblivion. He was beginning to get dizzy and numb with pleasure, and he muttered Sango's name as he inched closer to a peak, still mindlessly stroking....almost there....a little more....
He heard the door squeak.
Countless alarms blazed violently in Miroku's head as his eyes shot open, and he struggled to reach down and gather his robes to re-clothe himself. Whoever it could have been, they had walked in on something that he would not have liked known by anything else. But his blood chilled, and his heart seemed to stop beating as he looked up and realized who it was, in complete terror. The look on the taijiya's face was one of subdued shock, mouth slightly agape and eyes rather wide. As Miroku finished pulling his robes back on, he hung his head in embarrasment, trying whatever he could to avoid Sango's eyes.
Her footsteps approaching him made his nerves buzz with anxiety and fear, closing his eyes and waiting for the reprimanding she would surely give for him having thoughts like these about her. But nothing came, no harsh words, no characteristic slap. Instead, to his surprise, he felt a delicate hand on his chin, lifting his head up to have him look her in the eyes. Her voice was quiet and laced with an undertone of disbelief. "Were you really thinking about me just now?" she asked. Miroku donned a stunned expression. "Y-yes....yes, Sango, I was...." he muttered, searching her eyes for any sign of anger. He found none. Sango continued to look at his for a few more seconds, and Miroku was sure he would burst from the anxiety, when he felt something he hadn't suspected in a million years.
A light brush of her lips against his.
It took Miroku a few moments to recover from the shock, but soon he willed himself to kiss back, a hand reaching up to brush Sango's cheek as he applied gentle pressure to her lips. When Sango pulled away, the look on her face had changed. It had shifted to one that Miroku swore was a mixture of relief and happiness, and his heart raced at the thought. Sango stepped back and her lips lifted into a smile. "Houshi-sama," she said, looking him in the eyes. "What are your true feelings for me?" Miroku was stunned for a moment before he forced his mouth open and answered her question. "Why, Sango-chan....no matter how hard it may be for you or anyone else to believe this, I am....I'm very much in love with you, I have been for a long time now."
There was hard intake of breath that caught in her throat as Sango's smile widened, and one happy tear beaded in the corner of her eye. "Houshi-sama...." she whispered. "As much as you may not believe this either....I'm in love with you as well." Miroku looked up at her in awe, and it was as if all of his prayers had been answered at that one moment. He could hardly believe it. As if to prove the validity of her words, he quickly stood up and pulled Sango to him, once again placing his mouth over hers and kissing her more vigor and passion than last time. To his delight Sango willingly gave into the kiss, melting into his arms and opening her mouth to allow him further access.
Miroku took the opportunity and slid his tongue into Sango's mouth, gently stroking her own as his hand lifted up to rest at the nape of her neck. They kissed until the need to breathe parted them, and when they did part, their expressions were ones of mutual joy. "Sango...." Miroku idly whispered. "My Sango...." He reached out to her in attempts pull her to him once more, but was surprised when she jumped back, a sly smile beginning to tug at her lips. He watched in delight and fascination as Sango carefully undid the tie of her traveling kimono, loosening it just enough to let the top part fall to her waist and leave her chest exposed.
With the smile firmly planted on her face, Sango lifted one hand from her side to cup her right breast, holding it first in her palm and then fanning out her fingers to sweep them over the curve. Her other hand lifted to do the same thing to the left breast, and she slowly rolled her thumbs over her nipples in two simultaneous strokes. She gave a few more strokes before curling her index fingers up to meet their corresponding thumbs and pinch her nipples between them, throwing her head back and giving a soft sigh as she did so. This display was nothing short of gorgeous to the man standing in front of Sango, and no matter how much he willed himself to stay back, Miroku couldn't help but run to her.
So within several more seconds Sango was back in Miroku's arms, and leaning up give him another burning kiss as she was led to sit on the futon. Miroku's hands found their way to the tie at Sango's waist, and he deftly tugged on it, loosening it all the way and letting Sango's robes fall all of the way off her. Sango fought the instinctive urge to cover herself as they parted, instead looking up at Miroku as a blush graced her cheeks, adding to her already flushed appearant. Getting closer seemed necessary to Miroku at that moment, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss in the dip of Sango's neck. She tossed her head back as he continued to make a trail of them over her collarbones and to the top of one breast, alternating between kissing, licking and nipping at her creamy skin.
His trail continued over the peak of one breast and he immediately captured the taut, dusty pink nipple between his lips, sucking on it gently and raising a hand to stroke Sango's back. Her hand in turn traveled up to the back of his head, idly undoing his small hairtie and holding him down to her chest. When he was satisfied with himself, Miroku lifted his head and turned his attention Sango's other breast, leaning in and giving it same treatment as he had given the previous. Sango's soft, strangled moan as he did this was music to his ears.
As he finished and lifted his head from her breast, Miroku rose up and gently pushed Sango down onto the futon, assuming his position and hovering over her. Sango smiled up at him and Miroku could have melted - he was confident enough to trail and hand down her stomach and catch the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down over her hips, down her legs, and off of her onto the floor. He was surprised by the feel of Sango's small hands reaching up to undo the fastenings of his robes, pulling them down his shoulders before he lifted himself up temporarily and tossed them off completely.
Miroku was content in just looking down at his Sango at that moment, and was pleasantly shocked as he felt Sango's hand move over his stomach and down to grasp his manhood - it brought about a breathless gasp from Miroku, who tensed above her and closed his eyes. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked up and down, and at that point Miroku felt that if she kept this up he would come before he even had a chance to be inside her. So gathering up his wits, Miroku reached down and removed Sango's hand from him, instead staring intently down at her to confirm her desires. "You really want this, Sango?" he whispered breathlessly. "I would like nothing more than to touch you, Sango, and you know that, but I won't force you to let me do anything you find uncomfortable."
Sango smiled up at him and nodded, eyes shining with happy tears. "Please, Miroku. I've already waited for you for way too long...." So with a last bright smile at his beloved Sango, Miroku balanced himself above her center and grasped Sango's hand as he plunged down and thrust into her. Sango's deep moan echoed through his ears as she felt the tip of him penetrate her, and she clutched tighter onto his hand, waiting for the imminent pain her first time would bring. It came fast, and Sango winced when it did, but Miroku showered her face with small kisses and waited patiently above her for the pain to subside before continuing.
When it did, Sango felt amazed by the sheer sensation of having him inside of her, and she idly bucked her hips up against Miroku's in an attempt to connect further to him. Miroku gasped at the added contact, and quickly pulled halfway out only to thrust back in, repeating this action and building up a steady pace. Sango's breathless moans filled the room as she raised her hips to meet his thrust for thrust, bringing him into her to the hilt. The sensation was overwhelming to both, and both could do nothing but push into the other in attempts to reach the edge; Miroku stroking Sango's sides and arms, Sango lifting her legs to wrap around Miroku's waist as she ran her hands over his back.
Sango was almost completely claimed by the pleasured tremors running through her body, and she clawed at Miroku's back as she was brought almost to the breaking point. Her brain registered only the feeling of Miroku connected with her as he gave a few more thrusts, finally causing Sango to snap and let everything go, her inner walls clamping down on him as she cried Miroku's name out in the pleasure from her orgasm. Her tightening around him was the last Miroku needed to follow her, he grasped Sango's sides as he squeezed his eyes closed, went rigid and released his seed into her with one last cry of her name.
Miroku then collapsed on top of Sango, hearing her heart beating frantically in her throat as she recovered, and feeling her arms around him on his back. As he caught his breath Miroku shifted to rest his head between Sango's breasts, enjoying the feel of her heaving chest rising and falling beneath him. He closed his eyes lightly and felt Sango's hands running through his sweat-soaked hair as her breathing quieted to normal, his own steadying to fall in rhythm with hers. Their thoughts as they held each other, and the feel of their bodied pressed together skin to skin - were absolutely amazing to both.
No words except a few "I love you"s needed to be exchanged as the couple drifted off to sleep, entwined together and enveloped in the love they had waited too long to find.
Funny, how learning reaps its benefits - even better how it finds ways to uncover destiny.